Full Moon
Away, fish.
I could loiter,
Like a voyeur watching you forever.
I could lose my footing on these jetty rocks,
I could fall into the full moon,
Your veil thinning as the tide sharpens your gown.
You,so soft-hearted.
Me,so hard-headed.
You, so full of indolence and sensuality.
Silver and gold, your gown:
I think you must be consort to Poseidon.
I hope we never meet again.
You may live a little longer, but there’s a price:
Give me back my hook.
Away, you soft-mouth fish.
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